He carried a slightly worn black backpack and stood near a few of the bolder tourists who were still filming with their phones. He neither fled in terror like most people, nor did he film excitedly like the few.
He just stood there, head tilted slightly up, watching the lion furiously roaring and ramming against the glass wall inside. His face was devoid of expression.
No fear, no surprise, not even any curiosity.
Only a calm that bordered on numbness.
However, just as Yang Qi's gaze fell upon him and began to study him closely—
The man in the baseball cap, as if he had eyes in the back of his head or a beast's intuition for being watched, suddenly whipped his head around!
His eyes, like a pair of cold, venomous snakes, instantly locked onto Yang Qi a few meters away.
His gaze was grim and sharp, carrying a cold indifference to life and the instant wariness of being watched.
Their eyes met.
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